This is an update on the status of some of the characters from Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, and a few more people you might have wondered about. A couple have short stories, and the rest are just summaries of what has happened to them so far. I'd also like to point out a few things that I haven't discussed.

First, the ProCorps training will only work on humans. There are also quite a few male ProCorps troopers, the MX series. Last, only a very few ProCorps troopers are from the Galactic Alliance. Most are recruited from the Empire. My editor says I should have more male ProCorps troopers in the story for balance, but my own fantasies are about being a female one ... ;)

Jaina Solo, mentally and physically exhausted from killing her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, accepts Jagged Fel's invitation to join him in the Empire. Once she arrives, she agrees to attend Imperial basic training, hoping the intense and disciplined regimen will take her mind off her problems.

Mid-way through training, she puts in for a transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corps. There she is given her new serial number and identity, and is trained to sexually pleasure all Imperial personal, both male and female. Imperial ProCorps trooper SX-51472, or Seventy-Two for short, is born.

After various assignments, Seventy-Two finds herself assigned to a remote station under the command of Captain Garowyn, who as it turns out, didn't die on Kashyyyk like everyone had thought. During her time there, Seventy-Two learns that Jysellsa Horn is planning on attending the ProCorps Academy, and that Tenel Ka, Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium, already has.

During the visit, Admiral Garowyn displays Seventy-Two's obedience by having her masturbate for Chief Daala. As a result, Chief Daala and Admiral Garowyn decide that Syal will stay on board the ship, with the private hope that she will join the ProCorps as well.

Their plan is a rousing success. With Seventy-Two happily guiding her, Syal Antilles learns to service the Daala's Officers, including Admiral Garowyn. Then she resigns from the Galactic Alliance Starfigher Command and leaves to become an Imperial Prostitute.

Imperial
Prostitute SX-51472 (Seventy-Two for short), formerly known as Jedi
Knight Jaina Solo:
Imperial
Prostitute SX-51472 looked at herself in the mirror. She was amazed,
and incredibly grateful for what the Empire had done for her. After
all the credits they had spent on her initial training, she had
repaid them in record time, a fact that she was very proud of. Once
her credit-balance was positive, she was available to be assigned to
a particular Imperial Officer. Admiral Garowyn, her long-time
commanding officer, was also in line for her own ProCorps trooper,
and requested Seventy-Two.

Before
she was assigned to Admiral Garowyn personally, though, High Moff Fel
informed her that since she was such an exceptional ProCorps trooper,
she had been selected for some enhancements.
Seventy-Two was sent to the Imperial Capital of Bastion, where the
Empire's best surgeons began their work.

First
they performed an extremely expensive and state-of-the-art age
regression procedure on her. Now, not only did Seventy-Two look like
a natural twenty-two year old instead of an athletic thirty-four; for
all intents and purposes, she was twenty-two years old again. Not
even the most
intensive medical scan would be able to tell otherwise.

Next,
her C-cup breasts were enlarged with cloned tissue, also very
expensive. Her new
double-dees looked
fantastic on her slight frame, and were completely natural, unless
someone scanned them specifically for cloned tissue.

Seventy-Two's
old corset
had been getting a little loose anyway, thanks to her intensive
workouts and strict ProCorps diet. Now, she had to be issued a new
one anyway, to accommodate her new tits.

There
were two differences between her old corset and her new one. The new
one was a little smaller around the waist, and had larger half-cups
for her new breasts. It was made out of gleaming durasteel plates,
and closed in the back. It left her nipples exposed over the top of
the durasteel cups.

ProCorps
corsets were custom-made, and custom-sized to the ProCorps trooper
they were assigned to. Unlike regular corsets, a trooper wouldn't
get a smaller and smaller waist from wearing one for years on end.
Even after nearly two years of wearing hers, Seventy-Two's waist was
a healthy fifty-four centimeters around.

ProCorps
troopers were expected to maintain their assigned weight and
measurements. They needed to be strong and fit to perform hours of
intensive sex at a time. Most Imperial Officers didn't want to fuck
a skeleton anyway.

Every
ProCorps trooper's weight included their collar, corset, chastity
belt, chrono, and comlink. Seventy-Two had no idea what she would
weigh without them. For enhanced ProCorps troopers, their weight
also included their boots.

The
next enhancement they had made on her was to surgically shorten her
calf muscles and tendons. The result was that she could no longer
stand or walk flat-footed. In fact, anything less than a
thirteen-centimeter heel was painful, and she wasn't comfortable
until they were fifteen centimeters high. Seventy-Two had to keep a
pair of high-heeled slides by her bedside, just in case of a
night-time trip to the 'fresher.

Imperial
Property
had been tattooed across Seventy-Two's ass at the ProCorps Academy.
A tattoo of the Imperial Emblem was also tattooed just above her
cunt, and her official title and serial number, Imperial
Prostitute SX-51472,
had been tattooed in a curve underneath the Emblem at the ProCorps
Academy as well. The tattoos were standard for all ProCorps
troopers.

Following
her tattoos to the micrometer, the Imperial surgeons went in and
irreversibly altered the melanin in her tattooed skin. The result
was that instead of tattoos, her designation and the Imperial Emblem
were actually a part of her skin. Seventy-Two cried with gratitude
when the doctor explained it to her.

The
last thing that the Empire enhanced was her hair. Once again the
doctors went in, and genetically altered her hair color from dark
brown to platinum blonde.

As
a ProCorps trooper, Seventy-Two was nearly always at least a little
aroused. When she wasn't, all she had to do was think about serving
the Empire, and her pussy would start getting moist. As she gazed at
her new self in the mirror, she traced a finger over her chastity
belt, and the Empire's pussy it kept safe. Now she could serve the
Empire even better.

Imperial
Prostitute SX-61007, formerly known as Syal Antilles:SX-61007
joined the ProCorps after visiting with Seventy-Two on board the
Imperial Star Destroyer Admiral
Daala.
Since she was the Galactic Alliance Chief of State's personal
shuttle pilot, High Moff Fel decided to do something special with
her. Here is that story ...

“Chief
Daala, I have someone I'd like you to meet,” Moff Fel said
after they exchanged greetings. “You remember Captain Syal
Antilles, your pilot who left the Galactic Alliance to join the
ProCorps?”

“Of
course,” Chief Daala answered with a smile.

Moff Fel nodded. “Lysa,
you can come in now,” he said towards the open doorway.

From outside, a young woman who
definitely wasn't Syal Antilles walked in. She looked about twenty
years old, and assumed parade rest about half-way between them.
Chief Daala recognized what she was wearing as a smartly tailored
Galactic Alliance dress uniform, with no rank or other insignia,
except for the Galactic Alliance emblem on her belt buckle. She also
noticed the edge of a red durasteel collar around her neck, and red
durasteel around her wrists, as well as the extremely high-heeled
boots she was wearing.

Daala
checked her out again. No, this definitely
wasn't Syal Antillies. Moff Fel must be giving her a replacement.

The girl in front of her had
noticeably larger breasts and a smaller waist than Syal had. She had
black hair instead of dark blonde. Her facial features were also a
little different, although if she looked closely, there was a vague
resemblance. However, there was still the fact that Syal was
definitely a few years older than this girl.

“Hello,”
Chief Daala said, wondering if the girl would strip and masturbate
for her like Jaina Solo had done when she visited the Admiral
Daala,
where Jaina had been kept as a sex slave.

Her voice didn't sound much
like Syal's either. It was higher pitched.

Moff Fel introduced them.
“Lysa Truden, as you know, this is the Chief of State Daala of
the Galactic Alliance. Chief Daala, this is Lysa Truden, formerly
known as Lysa Dunter ... and formerly known as Syal Antilles.”

“What?”
Chief Daala asked incredulously upon hearing that the girl in front
of her was Syal Antilles.

Then Chief Daala looked into
the girl's eyes, and recognized her. That was about all she could
recognize about her former shuttle pilot though. Chief Daala raised
her eyebrow expectantly at Moff Fel.

“Age
regression therapy,” he answered. “We usually don't
perform it on ProCorps troopers so young, but we wanted to disguise
her appearance as much as possible. She also received minor
reconstructive surgery, to defeat face scanners. Oh, and we altered
her retinas, and gave her a pair of double dee cups.”

He shook his head ruefully.
“Normally we would have gone with larger breasts on a trooper
with her frame, but we didn't want her to look too out of place.”

“Out
of place where?” Chief Daala sked as she gazed at what had
become of Syal.

“As
your personal assistant, of course,” Moff Fel replied.

Now Chief Daala looked
questioningly at him. “My personal assistant?”

Moff Fel frowned slightly.
“Well, yes, that is what we prepared her for.”

Chief Daala looked back at
young Syal. “Is she some sort of spy?” she asked,
half-seriously.

Moff Fel smiled back at her.
“I give you my word of honor that she isn't. However, if you
feel you must decline, I have quite a few Moffs, Admirals, and
Generals that would happily accept her.”

“Excellent!”
Moff Fel replied enthusiastically. “She'll need quarters near
yours, or your office. And she has some equipment that she needs to
set up,” he informed her. “And if you have the slightest
problem, with her or her equipment, comm the Imperial Embassy, and
we'll take care of it.”

Even
though Chief Daala considers herself straight, she generously allows
her ProCorps trooper to lick her pussy every day at work. If she is
really good, Chief Daala allows her to masturbate. Poor Lysa doesn't
get to cum very often though ...

Imperial
Prostitute SX-51473 (Seventy-Three for short), formerly known as Jedi
Knight Tahiri Veila:
I
haven't really discussed her very much, other than a brief appearance
in chapter one. Well, after turning to the dark side and killing
Grand Admiral Pellaeon, who was very popular in the Empire, Tahiri
decided to make amends by joining Jaina, and serving the Empire. As
you already know, she also quickly joined her in ProCorps training,
and earned her serial number right after Jaina did. The Empire has
taught her to accept the love of pain that she developed while
imprisoned by the Yuuzhan Vong all those years ago.

Now
Imperial Prostitute SX-51473 has also joined the ranks of the
enhanced ProCorps troopers, and High Moff Jagged Fel has chosen her
as his personal ProCorps trooper. The Moff council is very happy to
see Admiral Pellaeon's killer serving his successor so faithfully and
submissively. Seventy-Three knows that she has a long way to go to
repay the Empire, both for her past deeds, and her enhancements, but
she is doing her best, everyday.

Imperial
Prostitute HC-00001, formerly (and still pretending to be) Queen
Tenel Ka Djo of the Hapes Consortium:
Jaina and Tahiri, along with
High Moff Fel, talked Tenel Ka into attending a short training
program in the Empire. The Hapan Queen agreed, and became the first
in the Hapes Consortium line of ProCorps troopers. Many, many of her
female advisers and Naval Officers have since attended ProCorps
training as well.

Tenel Ka is still Queen of the
Hapes Consortium, at least in public. In actuality, she obeys the
Empire. Since the majority of Hapans don't, she works with the
Empire to keep their control a secret.

Imperial
Prostitute SX-60309 formerly known as Jedi Knight Jysella Horn:
SX-60309 followed Jaina and
Tahiri to the ProCorps Academy a few months later. Upon her
graduation, she received breast enlargements. Since then, she has
also been enhanced. She is still assigned to the Commandant of the
ProCorps Academy, Colonel Drasi, who is actually the son of Ysanne
Isard, who was an enemy of Jysella Horn's parents years ago. That
rivalry played a major role in him selecting her as his personal
ProCorps trooper.

Imperial
Prostitute SX-60860 formerly known as Myri Antilles:
After Syal Antilles went to the
ProCorps Academy, her younger sister Myri, went to spy on the
Academy, under the guise visiting her big sis. Well, big sis thought
she'd be much happier as a ProCorps trooper as well, and helped her
“fill out the application.”

Thanks
to his hard work for the Empire, Commandant Drasi is granted a second
personal ProCorps trooper. He quickly selects Myri, and calls her
Sixty. Sixty happily joins Nine in serving the Empire, and
Commandant Drasi, in whatever
way he desires.

Iella
Wessiri Antilles & Mirax Terrik Horn:
Well,
Jysella, Syal, and Myri have all decided to serve the Empire. (And
are doing a great job of it!) For some reason, their moms think that
this is a bad idea, and hatch a plot to rescue their little girls,
and find out just what that evil Empire is up to.

Iella
and Mirax find the secret location of the ProCorps Academy, just
after Myri becomes Commandant Drasi's second ProCorps trooper. After
a long day of happily filing ProCorps Academy records and taking
dictation
from Commandant Drasi, Sixty/Nine are contacted by their moms. As
proper Imperial ProCorps troopers, they immediately alert Commandant
Drasi. Thanks to the tip, the two middle aged would-be rescuers are
quickly captured by Academy security.

Commandant
Drasi is very thankful for Sixty/Nine's help in capturing the two
trespassers, and happily rewards
them
several times that night.

After
a few nights in custody at the ProCorps Academy, the two women are
arrested, just to make things official. They are very remorseful for
what they've done, and happily accept the generous offer the Imperial
Prosecutor offers them.

They
are sent to prison, on the Imperial Capital Bastion. Both are
assigned to the same work detail; as night janitors at the Ysanne
Isard Museum.

Now
Iella Antilles and Mirax Horn happily spend every night cleaning and
polishing the statues and other memorabilia of one of their most
bitter enemies. The two prisoners are serving a lengthy sentence,
however, and might be tempted to escape while the alcoholic night
security guard is napping. So, just to be on the safe side, the two
women perform their janitorial duties wearing durasteel ankle
shackles, wrist cuffs with a thirty-centimeter chain, and
shock-collars with tracking devices built into them.

They
are very grateful to the Empire for making sure they can't make any
more foolish mistakes. They are also generously allowed to listen to
music from their earpieces and watch the interesting transparent
patterns on their spectacles while they work.

Leia
Organa Solo:
You'll
have to read the rest of Imperial
Prostitute SX-51472 Episode II: The Hapan Harem
to find out what happens to her ...

Han
Solo:
The
scoundrel finally got what was coming to him. ;) Chief Daala had him
arrested, and he's in a MaxSec GA prison. He really didn't do
anything illegal, but if you've read any of the books, you know that
Daala's evil.

Imperial
Prostitute MX-04309, formerly known as Jedi Knight Valin Horn:
Well,
somewhere in there Valin goes off to rescue his sister and the
Antilles girls. Also disguised, he is now assigned to Chief Daala as
well, as her personal butler and sex-slave. Chief Daala often brings
Lysa home, and allows her two chastity belted ProCorps troopers to
sexually torment each other. Of course, she never lets them satisfy
one another—they both have to save all their energy for their
Mistress.

Others:
There
are plenty more male, and female, ProCorps troopers, but since they
aren't really in the story, I'm not going to mention them.

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